The Summer of Us (Mission Cove #1) - Melanie Moreland Page 0,6
trying to respond to them. I sank one finger inside her, still playing with her clit. She gasped and stroked me faster, rocking against my hand. Our lips met in long, wet kisses, our tongues stroking and teasing. She moved faster. Gripped me harder. My balls began to tighten, and I buried my head in her shoulder.
“Not gonna last,” I managed to grit out.
She gasped suddenly, arching over me, her body taut. I swear I saw stars as my own orgasm shot through me, and I came all over her hand, thrusting hard and not caring.
She collapsed on top of me, her warm weight welcome. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped.
She slapped my chest. “Language.”
I pushed her heavy hair away from her face. “I didn’t expect that.”
She lifted her head, meeting my gaze. “Me either, but it felt right.” She grinned. “In fact, it felt fucking awesome.”
I burst out laughing at her curse. She rarely ever swore, and if she did, it was something mild like hell or damn. Hearing her say fuck was sexy. In fact, it got me hard again. Her lying on top of me didn’t help.
She glanced at me, arching an eyebrow. I shrugged.
“What do you expect? I’m seventeen, and you just gave me the best orgasm I’ve ever had. Of course, I want more.”
“More than my hand?”
“I know we’re not ready for that. But whatever you want to give me, I’ll take.”
She smiled, tracing my jaw with her finger. “Just think, Linc. We have all summer. A whole summer of this. Of us.”
I grabbed her, kissing her hard. “Yeah. All summer.”
I braced my foot against the bottom of the deck and pulled at the rotted stump. It finally gave way, and I fell back into the dirt with a groan. I pushed the offending mass of roots and wood off me and stood, dusty, hot, and happier than I had felt in ages. I pulled off my shirt and wiped my face.
A throat clearing made me look up. Gerry Braun stood, his arms folded over his chest, studying me. I had been at the camp for three days and worked my ass off. This was no cushy assistant’s job. This was a do-whatever-has-to-be-done job, and although I was sure my father thought he was punishing me, I loved it.
Gerry approached, holding out a bottle of water. I accepted and downed it in long swallows, then pushed the sweaty hair off my forehead.
Silently, he handed me a brown bag, and I looked inside, grateful to see a thick sandwich and an apple. I sat down on the steps and began eating. Gerry sat next to me, placing another bottle of water on the steps beside me.
“Stay hydrated.”
I grunted around a mouthful of ham. His wife was a stellar cook, and I was going to enjoy eating this summer. If all my work was like this, I would burn it off fast and my father would never know.
“I’m almost done here, then I’ll replace those rotted boards of the dock.” I wadded up the wax paper and pulled out the apple, taking a huge bite.
Gerry turned and faced me. “I owe you an apology, kid.”
I swallowed before answering him. “Sorry, sir?”
He chuckled gruffly, shaking his head. He pushed back his ball cap and wiped his forehead.
“The camp’s been struggling the last couple years. When your father made the offer to sponsor it and give us some money, I was suspicious.” He side-eyed me. “I know he wants this land.”
I didn’t deny it. My father had ordered me to keep my eyes open and “find the weaknesses” at the camp.
“I want to find out what he needs, what makes him vulnerable, and make him an offer he can’t refuse,” he instructed. “Find it and tell me.”
My father’s words hadn’t surprised me. He didn’t do anything out of generosity, so I knew he would have a hidden agenda for having me here. Aside from creating space between Sunny and me.
I shrugged. “I don’t plan on helping him with that goal, sir.”
He nudged my shoulder. “Knock it off with the sir shit. It’s Gerry.”
I finished my apple. “Okay, Gerry.” I relaxed back against the step, and he mimicked my action.
“I thought you were going to be a lazy, rich little SOB. A brat I was going to have to babysit who would spend the summer lying on the dock and bothering my counselors.”